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#he was the kind of boy even meaness turned sweet in his mouth #omg #joyce carol oates #poetry

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I did not consent to being born

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was Hamlet a libra? he must have been

#hamlet

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everytime you look in the mirror and CHOOSE to feel good despite the supposed flaws in appearance, you win. remember that. fuck the system.

#I'm tired of beauty standards #always comparing my body to someone else's ideas of what's acceptable #naah #living my life like its golden #beauty standards #toxic culture #feminism

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Pastry cabinet, 1960. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive. 

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“Love Story” from my living room

#I was in the mood #piano

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living that cozy life

#vanilla latte #november

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Figure of an ibex

Iran, Iron Age I-II 1100-900 BC.

bronze

Rijksmuseum van Oudheden

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Antoni Rzasa (Polish, 1919–1980) St. Francis, 1960-61 polychrome wood, dimensions 174,5 x 40 x 6 cm

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Stephanie Cunningham: Dog in the Wind

Posted by Paulo Vergueiro

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Priestess Takushit from Bubastis, now in the National Archaeological Museum in Athens, Greece

#ancient egypt #egyptian gods

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It is probably the most photographed, studied, admired object of Ancient Egypt… the more I see it, the more it amazes me.

#ancient egypt #tutankhamun

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King Tutankhamun tomb, the unbroken seal.

#ancient egypt #tutankhamun

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I'm having an existential crisis. I need a radical change, I need to live a completely different life, I need to forget myself. I think I'd like to float in some dark void where nothing can touch me, where all thoughts cease and I am like a feather in the wind. Unconcerned, unbothered, with no will or desires.

#basically I should become a budhist lol #how to realize no self when I'm so full of self #how to empty onself of selfhood

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Hafiz, "We Should Talk About This Problem"

There is a Beautiful Creature Living in a hole you have dug.

So at night I set fruit and grains And little pots of wine and milk Beside your soft earthen mounds,

And I often sing.

But still, my dear, You do not come out.

I have fallen in love with Someone Who hides inside you.

We should talk about this problem—

Otherwise, I will never leave you alone.

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

#poetry #hafez